My cousin had a baby sometime back. Really cute lil bugger he is, named Aabir. The poor guy hasn't even learnt to walk but he talks like crazy!! Squeals all day long like the little piggy that went to town.
Sis: Where's my cutey-weeutie aabir? (and then proceeds to make all those weird giggly-gurgly baby noises that you're expected to make when talking to a baby so that they understand you. Yeah right.)
Aabir: SQUEEEE! SQUEEE! SQUEEE!!
Then people start rushing in from every other room to say "AWwwwww"
It's like a television show I tell you.
But ever stopped to think what the little tyke must be thinking, lying in his pram, helpless and left with no option but to bear the torture?
Stranger bends over and gets REAL close to the baby: Aww...he's SHO CUTE!
Baby: Big Head. Might eat me. Quick! Act cute!
Stranger: Come to uncle Sam!
Baby(looking inside his nose): Oo! A cave! I see lions and tigers and bears, Oh my!
A stranger squeezes his cheeks.
Baby: Lemme get a hold of YOUR beard, big guy! Then we'll see who's the boss.
Alright, enough of small talk. Getting to the REAL issue here. Do you know why all kids, as they grow up, get obsessed with Fire Trucks? Do you? huh?
Oh you do?
Well, you don't. So let me show you.
As for all the little Fire-truck obsessed kids out there with pet Frogs - Yes, you too, the one with the ponytail and a moustache. Here's to your good health!
P.S. Posted this on the move. So don't really know how big it is or how it's gonna look.